Sometimes thoughts get wishy
Washy too, I feel,
And they take a little more to
Get to you.

Believe me, I know some things,
We're sure of that
And you and I
Are something

Something borrowed
Something broken
Something taken
Something loved

It's a little more than love
It's understanding
It's being in exactly the same wrong place
At the horribly wrong time.

Don't miss me,
Don't weep
Your tears make me thirsty
Your dry mouth makes me smile.

So remember,
I will come round again
When the turns in the green country lanes
Grow just so.